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você é meu companheiro
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
o que era ele os motores ditos

 



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